oors of the est
ssive crystal chandelier spill
women in designer gowns held crystal champagne flutes
urn stepped inside,
es turned to
ners of her mouth up. She plastered on the hollow,
flush against his hip. His fingers dug possessively into the black s
ert walked
floor. She wore a dark emerald gown. Her eyes
front of them.
her gaze lingering on the da
kept her voice low, bu
d your appetite for our champagne," Marion sneered. "The Mor
into tight fists. Her fingernails dug into her
ened around Blair's w
mother. His eyes wer
h, but it carried a lethal warning. "Her family's issue
e, but she recognized the absolute authority in her son'
quickly looked away, pre
gh the crowd. They walked up
f the heavy wooden door
n pushed
rongly of antisepti
poster bed. She looked frail. Her skin was pale and
ed. She sat on the edge of the mattress.
whispered. Her
ind Blair. He placed a he
bbed Blackburn's wrist and pulled it down,
patted their
k. "I don't have much time left. I want to se
igid. Her lungs stopped wo
didn't m
ngers with Blair's. His thumb stroked the back
rn said softly. "We are working on
down at Blair. His dark eyes were filled wi
ile rising in her thr
closed her eyes and
r, they walked o
hey turned the corner, stepping into a dark al
of sight, Blackburn dropp
ck. His long fingers mindlessly rubbed the seam of his tailored trousers, as if trying to erase the ghost
reached up and rubbed
a dry, hum
her voice dripping with pure acid. "That p
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